The night was quiet, moonlight spilling onto the lake surface, spreading a gentle halo.
Mingshui Mansion stood in the center of the lake, surrounded by lush greenery. When the wind blew, it raised a rustle of sound.
Ji Mingshu had a very bad dream.
This dream entangled her repeatedly, impossible to escape. Though she knew she was dreaming, her eyelids felt as if they had been sewn shut, impossible to open no matter how hard she tried.
At six in the morning, the daylight was dim.
Ji Mingshu finally awoke from her nightmare.
Her silk nightgown was soaked with cold sweat, the smoky pink on her back had deepened a shade, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her neck and jaw.
She opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the ceiling. After a few seconds, she moved her fingers and touched her heart.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Beating vigorously.
Still there, still there, thankfully still there.
As her awareness returned, Ji Mingshu grabbed half her pillow, folded it upward, and covered her face.
She shouldn’t have read that kind of kidney-and-heart-harvesting novel last night. In her dream, she had somehow created a bizarre scenario where Cen Sen harvested her heart and kidneys to treat his ex-girlfriend’s illness.
Thinking about it now, dreams had no logic. If her heart were harvested first, wouldn’t she be dead already? How could she still be alive for her kidneys to be harvested? Besides, if Cen Sen dared to harvest her organs to treat some little green tea bitch, wouldn’t she have already dug up his family’s ancestral graves while still alive?
But speaking of which, the Cen Sen in her dream was truly terrifying. He even wore a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses to perform the surgery himself. What a psychopath.
Ji Mingshu turned her head to look at Cen Sen, instinctively moving away a bit.
But seeing Cen Sen’s steady breathing, apparently sound asleep, Ji Mingshu somehow regained her courage. She quietly moved closer and extended her small hand, suddenly slapping him—
“Slap.”
This slap was very light, just a tap, completely incomparable to the slap she had delivered at the birthday party last night.
After the slap, Ji Mingshu intended to withdraw her hand.
But Cen Sen, with his eyes still closed, somehow accurately grabbed her wrist.
“What are you doing?” His voice sounded hoarse from sleep, somewhat low.
“You, you’re awake… There was something dirty.”
Ji Mingshu was dumbfounded, completely not understanding how this dog of a man had suddenly awakened. Her heartbeat accelerated from the fright, and she couldn’t speak smoothly.
Cen Sen slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look at her. “What dirty thing?” His gaze was calm and knowing.
“…”
Ji Mingshu used force, struggling a bit, but couldn’t break free.
She simply spoke the truth with righteous indignation: “I dreamed you harvested my kidney. I didn’t sleep well all night, so what’s wrong with hitting you once?”
Cen Sen: “…”
His grip loosened slightly, and Ji Mingshu promptly withdrew her hand, pretending to cover her kidney to prove she wasn’t making things up.
Cen Sen glanced at her. “That’s your stomach.”
Ji Mingshu paused, immediately switching to the other side. But she quickly realized something was wrong—don’t people have kidneys on both sides? What difference does it make which side?
She became confused, touching left and right, completely forgetting the exact location of the kidneys.
In the end, she simply covered her heart and declared emphatically: “You didn’t just harvest my kidney, you harvested my heart too. Why were you so psychotic in my dream?!”
“Didn’t take your cornea?”
Cen Sen mocked lightly.
…?
Ji Mingshu’s mind exploded, and she immediately sat up to search for her phone.
It wasn’t on the cabinet, nor under the pillow. Looking up, she found it on Cen Sen’s bedside table.
“You psycho, looking through my phone? Don’t you know that’s an invasion of privacy?!” Ji Mingshu was almost furious, grabbing her pillow to hit him.
“Well, I’ve invaded much more than that.”
Cen Sen shifted slightly, his gaze lingering on her chest for a moment.
Ji Mingshu’s vision darkened.
If not for the clear prenuptial property division they had signed, she would have been tempted to smother Cen Sen with the pillow and directly inherit his enormous fortune 🙂
After such a quarrel early in the morning, Ji Mingshu had no desire to catch up on sleep. She got up to wash and dress, deliberately making a lot of noise to prevent Cen Sen from sleeping peacefully.
When Cen Sen was finally bothered enough to get up, she casually flipped her hair and left with style.
Originally, this series of actions had brought her mood up, but when she opened WeChat to find someone to hang out with, she remembered she had leverage against Cen Sen that she hadn’t used, and became angry again.
Unwilling to let it go, she searched online and then sent Cen Sen a screenshot.
When Cen Sen saw the screenshot, he was already sitting in the back seat of his car.
The screenshot contained an online explanation: “‘Duck.’ When used as a modal particle, it replaces ‘ya,’ expressing a pure tendency to act cute… The emotion expressed is similar to coquettishness and being cute, hoping to leave the other person with an impression of adorableness and childishness…”